Postino, Il
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:05:00
There's nothing wrong with words.
:05:03
Words are the worst things ever.
:05:07
I'd prefer a drunkard
at the bar touching your bum...

:05:12
to someone who says,
''Your smiIe fIies Iike a butterfIy''!

:05:16
It ''spreads'' Iike a butterfIy!
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FIies, spreads,
it's the same thing!

:05:22
Just Iook at you!
:05:25
One stroke of his finger,
and you're on your back.

:05:29
You're wrong.
He's a decent person.

:05:32
When it comes to bed,
there's no difference...

:05:35
between a poet, a priest
or even a communist!

:05:41
''Naked...
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you are as simpIe
as one of your hands...

:05:46
smooth, terrestriaI, tiny...
:05:49
round, transparent.
:05:52
You have moon-Iines, appIe paths.
:05:55
Naked, you are as thin
as bare wheat.

:06:00
Naked, you are bIue
Iike a Cuban night.

:06:03
There are vines and stars
in your hair.

:06:07
Naked, you are enormous
and yeIIow...

:06:09
Iike summer in a giIded church.''
:06:27
Good morning, Father.
:06:30
I found this in her brassiere.
:06:33
I want you to read it to me.
:06:38
I'm not Ietting her
out of the house for now.

:06:45
WeII?
:06:47
It's a poem.
:06:52
Read it to me!
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''Naked...
:06:57
Madonna!

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